My lips drop from hers and down to her neck.
“Oh God. Oh God,” she chants as I kiss each of her breasts but ignore her peaked nipples.
Her back arches in pleasure, trying to give me more but still I resist.
“You wet for me, Poppy?”
“You should find out,” she breathes, her voice deep and raspy.
Flicking the button on her pants, I push my hand inside.
Her eyes hold mine as my fingers part her and find her swollen clit.
“Zayn,” she gasps when I press against it. “Yes.”
I push lower, finding her soaked entrance.
“Oh God.” I push two fingers inside her tight channel, my cock aching to feel just how hot it might be. “Oh God.”
“That good?”
“Yeah,” she pants, her eyes locked on where my hand disappears into her pants. Her head falls back against the wall as I circle her clit. “Bed, now.” She says it so quietly, I’m not sure I’ve actually heard the words but as her hand wraps around my forearm and she tugs, I start to think it wasn’t my imagination.
Lifting her into my arms, her lips find mine as I carry her over to my bed. The sheets are a mess from this morning, seeing as I had nowhere to go. I quickly sweep them aside before laying her down in the center.
I hesitate with my fingers wrapped around the waistband of her pants but with one nod of her head in agreement, I pull them down her legs, kissing down her torso as I do and finally sucking her nipples into my mouth. She thrashes beneath me, her nails scraping across my head and shoulders as I tease her.
“Zayn, please. I need to feel you.”
“You don’t need to ask me twice, Pops.”
I kiss down her belly, dipping my tongue into her navel before pushing her legs wide and sucking her clit into my mouth. I lick at her, nip her and push two fingers deep inside her, bending them exactly how she likes it.
“Oh God, yes, yes,” she chants as her muscles begin to clamp down on me and her body starts to tremble as her release surges forward.
Sucking harder, I push my fingers a little deeper and it sends her over the edge.
“Zayn,” she cries as her body convulses.
I pull back once she’s come down and stare at her on my bed. Her light brown hair is fanned out over my pillow, her cheeks are flushed, the desperation I saw in her eyes when she first arrived is long gone, completely replaced by heat. Her flush continues down onto her chest and I continue running my eyes down her curves.
“Zayn?” she asks, hesitation creeping into her voice.
I don’t say anything, I can’t. She’s so fucking beautiful, and even better laid out on my bed.
Pushing my boxers from my hips, I crawl onto the bed with her, groaning when the heat of her skin hits mine.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper before sliding my fingers into her hair and crashing my lips to hers once again.
I settle between her legs, the head of my cock teasing her core, causing my desperation for her to skyrocket.
“I want you,” she breathes into our kiss.
“Pops,” I groan. “It shouldn’t be me,” I admit, kissing down her neck.
“Says who?”
“Fuck.”
“You’ll never get to take this back. This is kinda a one-time thing.”
“I know,” she says, her hungry gray eyes locked on mine. “I need it, Zayn. I need you.”
Pushing up from her, I wrap her legs around my waist and take myself in hand, rubbing the head through her heat.
“Oh God,” she moans as I tease her already sensitive clit.
“Are you on birth control?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
Reaching for my nightstand, I rummage inside until I find a condom.
Her eyes burn my skin as she intently watches me rip it open and roll it down my length.
When I glance up at her, I find her teeth attacking her bottom lip, a small smile playing on them.
“Last chance to change your mind.”
“Nope, not happening.” Her eyes hold mine as I bend over her, I can see her determination in the gray depths. I probably should question it but right now with my cock lined up at her entrance, I’m not exactly thinking clearly.
“Please,” she breathes. “Fuck me, Zayn.”
“Jesus.” I drop my lips to hers as I grip her ass in one hand and slowly push inside of her with the other. A moan rumbles up my throat as her heat engulfs me, and I’m forced to break our kiss so I can focus on the sensation and attempt to find my restraint. “So tight. So good,” I groan, needing her to know how fucking incredible she feels.
A smile curls at her lips.
“More. Don’t hold back.”
“Pops, I—”
“You’re not going to break me, Zayn.”
“Fucking hell.” I drop down once more, plunging my tongue into her mouth as my hips surge forward.
She cries out into my kiss as I push past her barrier before stilling.
“You okay?” She’s gone as hard as stone beneath me and has tears pooling in her eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” I whisper, wiping one that drops with the pad of my thumb.
“It’s okay. Keep going, please. Make it feel good. Take me away.”
She’s said so many things since walking through my door that should make me question this, but I’m too lost in her to think straight.
Pulling out of her slowly, I slide back in, keeping our kiss at a similar pace.
It takes a few minutes but before long, her arms emerge from under my pillow in favor of running down my back.
“Okay?”
She nods, her hands dropping to my ass and pulling me tighter into her body.
I drop my lips to her neck as I up my speed, giving her exactly what she craves.
All too soon, the familiar tingles of my impending release start to race down my spine.
“Poppy,” I groan. “You feel so good.”
“Zayn,” she cries, her already tight pussy starting to clamp around me.
“Are you going to come over my cock, Pops?” Just like I suspected, at my dirty words her muscles tighten even more. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?”
“Zayn,” she moans, her back arching.
Sitting up, I change the angle, locking her ankles behind me in one hand and continue to thrust into her.
“Oh fuck,” she cries when I press my thumb against her clit.
“You look so fucking hot right now with my cock inside you, baby.” She thrashes about on my bed.
“Please, Zayn. I need… I need…”
“I know what you need, Pops.”
I grind into her, hitting her deeper than before and after only three more thrusts, her entire body stills for a beat before she falls over the edge.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan as she forces me over with her.
I keep moving until we’ve both come down before pulling out of her, tugging the condom off and dropping it over the side of the bed. I fall down beside her, wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into my side.
“Kiss me,” I demand and without missing a beat, she turns her flushed face to me and offers up her lips.
We kiss for ages, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s bodies pressed up against the other. My cock aches for another round, but that’s not what this is about right now. I want to show her that I can take my time and treat her how she deserves, unlike how rushed we were when she first stormed in.